Keanu Raine is a firefighter, and has fought the most dangerous forest fires for years as a smokejumper. His training has served him well, but his ability as a fire elemental has saved lives many times over, and he had no plans to quit any time soon. When he returns home to the Pacific Northwest, he has no clue that the biggest blaze he would ever fight, would be the one that Cammie Masters stirs in his soul.

Cammie has loved Keanu since the day he rescued her when she was a twelve year old girl trapped in a tree. But now, her school girl crush is a woman’s lust. But Keanu has blown into town before, is he really here to stay this time?

Keanu’s investigation into the arson plaguing his hometown is heating up, and so is his relationship with Cammie. But it soon becomes clear that Cammie isn’t a bystander, she is a target. As Keanu tries to uncover the truth, things turn deadly, and as the smoke clears there is more than just one elemental who has their sights set on Cammie.



“Oh baby, we are so much more than stuck together.” He crowded her against the Jeep. “Where the good Lord split me, huh? I think I need to work on splitting you a little more.”
“You’re not going to distract me with your giant penis.” She punctuated each word with a poke of her finger to his chest.
Keanu nuzzled her neck, licking a trail down her throat. “Are you sure about that?”
“I think so.” Cammie gasped. “What are you doing?”
“Making sure you didn’t get cut by any glass.”
“Keanu, I’m pretty sure I didn’t cut my punani during my climb out the window.” The laughter in her voice lifted some of the worry from him.
“So, is that what you call this little slice of heaven?” He rubbed a finger up her slit through the material of her underwear.
“Uh huh,” Cammie moaned.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
He was happy when she obliged, and the fact she had flimsy panties on was a major boon. He used her momentary distraction to tear at his fly, releasing his dick and pointing it straight up to paradise. Remembering she was still new to this, he paused.
“Are you too sore?”
“God, no, Keanu. Fuck me.” She helped him by pulling her panties to the side and relaxing her legs, sliding down onto his cock.
“Yes,” they cried in unison.
With her back braced against the vehicle, he used his grip on her ass to guide her body up, down, and up again. He set a furious pace, needing to reaffirm she was safe, that they were both alive.


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Sunday, April 19, 2015

Writing Inspired!

I love the idea of having my own writing cottage, a place where I can sit back and read, or just write. I think it’s a good thing to separate the working desk from the writer’s desk, so the two muses, one with a mindset of an accountant, and the writing muse, who may not be dressed at all and is doing Martha Graham dances nekked.

I can and do write everywhere. Love writing on cruises, in airports, coffee shops and odd places no one else would spend much time in/at/below/above. Am I sick to say the best time about RT last year in Nawlins was the afternoon I spent at a coffe shop in the French Quarter? Yes! Writing in unfamiliar places can be very inspiring.

But I think the best is to write cozy and small. Lots of famous authors have done this. We’re in good company with the likes of Mark Twain, Roald Dahl, George Bernard Shaw, Dylan Thomas, Henry David Thoreau and of course, Virginia Woolf.

Sarah Ban Breathnach, in my favorite book of hers, called Moving On,  talks about her journey to England to purchase the cottage where Sir Isaac Newton did his famous writings, and about how she felt the building was “haunted” or rather “inspired” with his muse. Timing played a key role in that she had just published her first successful book, which had stayed on the NYT list for months, and used the proceeds to buy this particular cottage which hadn’t been for sale in over 100 years. She began to see her quest to write a bestseller was the prequel to her owning Sir Isaac’s cottage.

Sarah also writes this great quote: “Rosemary Sullivan is meditating on the emotion women feel when they fall in love at first sight with men; I’m the one taking the leap to house fever because I’ve succumbed to both. Suddenly, without warning (or so it seems) the trajectory of a woman’s life changes, becoming ‘a vicarious route to some essential part of herself that she does not yet fully recognize or understand.’ The Beloved becomes ‘the heroic territory she longs to occupy.’ She thinks she’s found him–or home. Interestingly, the name of the greatest lover of all time, Casanova, means new house.”

We never know what trails we’ll walk down on our path to creating the stories we create. But we can guide it somewhat. I wrote a little piece on my personal blog today about writing cottages, and my own struggles with focus and attention. You can join me over there today as well, if you like. Bring your favorite beverage, book or laptop, and we’ll read or write together!

What about you? Do you have a special muse-inspired place you write or read in?

Sharon Hamilton

Life is one fool thing after another.

Love is two fool things after each oth

Sharon Hamilton, My Mentor

In life, especially in your career, you need to have someone that you look to as a mentor. Someone that you can read their works or watch, or admire and respect.

Sharon Hamilton happens to be the best example of a mentor I could find. She is loving and kind hearted. She is giving and caring, and she writes like I want to write. She goes out and finds stories, and she researches.

She and JD make such an awesome team I just have to say, I hope to one day find a JD. lol. I love you Sharon from the bottom of my heart for who you are and how you are with your fans. You are incredible and I admire you.


by Sharon Hamilton
Bad boy Rory Kennedy was raised in foster care, bouncing in and out of trouble along the way. He finds his true family and real brothers as a Navy SEAL, one of the Navy’s elite warriors. When his BUD/S instructor barked the SEAL’s Motto: Only Easy Day Was Yesterday, he knew he had found home.
Megan Palmer works in a bookstore and finds her passion in life through reading steamy romance novels. Her brief affair with a man she later found out was married has left her damaged, until she meets the handsome SEAL, who stands ready to open her world and give her things she’s only dreamed.
On a skiing trip, Rory suffers a possible career-ending injury and also comes face to face with a past he never knew of, and a family who had abandoned him. His relationship with Megan is tested to the breaking point as Rory wades through the dark waters of recovery and whether or not he can live without the life he loves. A home-grown terrorist cell forces his hand and he discovers his true purpose.
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Whatever she’d bottled up had come loose. Her appetite met her need, which should have scared him. But for the first time, he wanted her to need him. He could fill he up. She was starving for it.

And so was he.

She was sleeping, and he fell into her rhythm, inhaling when she did, exhaling also in tandem, feeling her soft sex crowning his thigh. He thought of all the lovely things he wanted to say to her, but knew he shouldn’t. He knew the speaking part would mess up what he now felt, something he rarely felt.


He tried to breathe without making a sound, hoping that this time together, which was as precious to him as the love making part, was prolonged for as long as possible. She was fire and ice. The salt and the caramel. She tucked inside the hard exterior of his soul and shivered, rested there under his protection.

He must have twitched or done something, because she startled and rose up quickly, rolling to the side and covering herself up. He could almost feel her heavy thoughts tossing about the room as he viewed her light pink spine glowing in the near moonlight as she sat on the edge of the bed away from him. An inch of her butt crack was in shadow, but the alabaster surface of her skin was flawless and made her look like a statue.

He inhaled without a sound, and let his index finger trace down the middle of her back, traveling over the ridges of her vertebra. She stiffened at first, then rolled her head to the side and killed him with the blue gaze that showed him she was still hungry.

“Come here, Megan,” he said, worried he’d been a little too loud.

She touched her shoulder with her ear in a shy move that belied her real feelings for him. He could see it in the coral shaded corners of her lips, how they quirked up at the ends.

Make Sure you don’t Miss This!!!!

Are you a fan of Sharon Hamilton’s books? Are you a fan of audio books? If so you will not want to miss the upcoming Audio Book Bash in which Sharon Hamilton, along with voice narrator JD Hart will be there to rock the place. In addition to this bestselling author we have a lineup of other authors who will also be taking over giving you more chances to win prizes including tons of your favorite books in audio format. In addition to all of the amazing authors and giveaways we will also have a chance to flirt errr I mean chat with JD Hart the sexy, soothing voice that helps to bring Sharon Hamilton’s amazing characters to life.

sharon-jd_01Together they take so many well written books to the next level giving you everything thing that you could dream of with each of these stories. Whether you prefer visuals or audio Sharon paints the picture that she wants you to see and with his help they create the perfect packaging for an addictive selection of some of the best military romance and paranormal books that you could ever ask for. Do not miss out on your chance to be a part of this event so go ahead and head over and click the join button if you have yet to do so and remember to share it! Sharon’s newest release is SEAL My Home!

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April 17th – The Audio Book Bash Is Coming!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Day 9 of 31

Well, it may take me forever at this rate; life keeps kicking my butt and getting in the way of my plans. I won’t go into all the wonderful delightful details because it has me fuming at the moment, but I just wonder, when you have done all you can, to be the best possible parent you can. When you know in your heart you were there for your children at least 99% of the time. Nobody is perfect so I won’t profess to be. But my point is, when you feel confident that you did all you could as a parent and your children still grow up to act indifferent towards you or treat you worse than your abusive ex. And their parenting leaves much to be desired making, you want to kick them in the butt so hard they lose sight of themselves for a few minutes and see the real importance is the child or children for whom they are responsible.

OK off my bandwagon. Today is Easter, I thank God for his son Jesus Christ who died on the cross for my sins and I thank God even more that he was risen again on the third day and is now sitting on the right hand of the father waiting for me to come home. Jesus provided the sacrifice for me so that I could be with him in Heaven. Wow, not that is a story, the cross built a bridge.

This week, I went with my grandson and husband to a big amusement park here in NC called Carowinds. I rode a few rides but with my fibro, it hurt my body really bad. I was glad my husband pushed my wheelchair so I didn’t have to walk, but I still feel like a mac truck ran over me days later. My grandson had a good time; I only wish I could have taken them all. I am just not physically able to handle much of the chasing young ones around a crowded park. Mason is old enough to know he has to stay with us. Hopefully the kids will bring the grandbabies and go with us sometime, but I just need to limit the amount of time I stay even if it means I go somewhere else and come back and pick them up if I have to. Like, get a massage?

Today we plan and Easter egg hunt for the children and cooking out hotdogs on the grill. This is already in danger of becoming a non-event due to a certain someone whom I am positive spends most of her waking hours concocting ways to come between my son and his son, with every possible trick and move. All well planned to look like it is all someone else’s fault, not hers, in my son’s eyes.

I truly worry because I know growing up and even not so long ago, had I listened to my parents, I could have saved myself so much grief and pain, but I always knew it all, nobody could tell me anything. Now I see my kids making mistakes and I want to save them from the mistakes so badly but I remind myself, no matter what I say, they are adults, they will do what they want to no matter what and they will have to find out for themselves.

Day 8 of 31

Yep I had another day yesterday where I got absolutely nothing done. I babysat four kids and I’m just not as young as I used to be. I promised that the next post I will share about my children. That is my favorite thing to talk about because I love them all so very much. I am going to go in order of birth.

Before I ever had a live birth I suffered a couple off losses. It was both painful and scary, and I almost gave up. I have gone to the doctor and had tests done and they had my hubby’s sperm tested. We were checking everything because we were not using any form of birth control and I was not getting pregnant again after the second loss.

One day I was in tremendous pain in my lower abdomen so I went to have my OB-GYN check me out. He said, no infection, no cysts I look fine. The pain just got worse. The next week, I went to ER, they checked me, came back and told me I have a tubal infection that is very bad. They told me this type of infection can cause INFERTILITY, blindness, even DEATH when not treated. They had to give me a shot of penicillin in each cheek (Butt cheek) and sent me to get a prescription filled and take 8 pills as soon as I get home. I had to abstain from sex for six weeks as well. Yep you are so right, six weeks without sex, and no baby to show for it, bummer. Anyway, after the six weeks, it just so happened that the day we could start back having sex, was my ovulation day. Before bed, I went into the bathroom, got on my knees in the floor in front of the tub, and I poured my heart out to God.  I promised him if He give me a baby that I would get back into church and raise my baby right.

Before I got off my knees I swear I heard God Audibly speak to me telling me to get up, it is done. A peace came over me and I started just praising Him for his love. We went to bed; I didn’t utter a word I don’t think. At least I don’t remember telling my husband at the time. We made love and I rolled over on my tummy hoping to help everything stay put.

Two weeks after this, I received a phone call from my doctor telling me that they were sorry to have to tell me but it is not probable that I will ever get pregnant and we may want to look at other options.

I laughed, “I’m already pregnant.”

The doctor, “Did you not hear what I just said hon? You won’t be able to get pregnant.”

“You will see doc, I will be in to see you in a few weeks.”

“Okay well, all I can do is to tell you I can’t make you believe me. If you have any questions, call the office.

“Okay, thank you .”

Four weeks later, I am lying on his exam table when my doctor was not happy to see me. He had a look on his face of dread. Once his hand poked up in there, his head popped over the draped sheet with a huge grin on his face, “You’re pregnant!”  I look at him and smile back, “I told you so!”

He tells me to get dressed and meet him in his office, and then he disappears out the door. As I am headed to his office I hear him in the waiting room talking to my husband. The dang doctor was so excited he went out and told him.